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Gobekli Tepe, The Sphinx, Electric Universe: Emerging Discoveries Standing Dogma on Its Head

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I took a week-long journey to Yucatan in September 2000 to tour the Mayan ruins and attend classes. I wanted to hear for myself what the elders there had to say about this whole business of Dec 21, 2012. What I learned was that, according to Mayan astronomers, the groundwork or matrix of cyclic change was already being laid as he spoke. The 2012 date was simply an indicator that we would begin to see climate change increase exponentially and to perceive the collapse of established geopolitical, religious and economic arenas in the most unexpected ways. We would also see the explosion of truth and knowledge on to the planet, paving the way for the “5th sun”, as it was termed.

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I spent Dec 21, 2012 planning out my spring garden.

Just one year after my return in 2000, 9/11 happened in America. A short seven years after that, a global banking crisis ensued. Many other “explosions” of knowledge and information by way showers such as Wikileaks and Julian Assange, Chelsea Manning, Edward Snowden, and many other whistleblowers helped raise awareness of deep military and political corruption going on around the world. Other exposés, such as the Panama Papers, informed us more specifically about economic corruption around off shore tax havens. The pedophile scandals involving mainly Catholic priests but also other religious and political institutions is reaching a crescendo. I hardly need mention the UK Brexit vote and hand-wringing angst both during and after the 2016 American election to point out that planetary consciousness is bucking establishment dogma in big way. The train has left that station.

These events and many others have helped to blow the lid off systemic corruption, abuse and human rights violations around the world. There are also other discoveries that are not getting wide global attention but have successfully turned establishment archaeology, Egyptology, evolutionary theory and space completely upside down. I list a just a few below that have only relatively recently become known on a wider stage. I will summarize them here and encourage anyone not already familiar with these discoveries to follow this preliminary information and do their own research into these mind blowing breakthroughs:

1990: Dr. Robert M. Schoch, geologist and tenured professor at the College of General Studies at Boston University, rocks the world of Egyptology and archaeology:

Dr. Schoch was invited to Egypt by author and guide John Anthony West to give his geologic analysis of the age of the Sphinx. In summary, over the next few years Dr. Schoch determined that the body of the Sphinx had to be much older than what has been ingrained in our current paradigm—as much as 5,000 years or more before Egypt. This revelation caused a firestorm of attacks from many Egyptologists and archaeologists who just would not accept civilization could possibly have been established that early in history. They argued that there was not one instance of any advanced civilization occurring before 3500-4000 BCE.

During seismic testing in 1992, Dr. Schoch’s team discovered a possible cavity or passageway under the left paw of the Sphinx:

During the seismic studies we also discovered clear evidence of a cavity or chamber under the left paw of the Sphinx. For what it is worth, some have suggested to me that this may be a “Hall of Records” (at the time I was not aware of Edgar Cayce’s predictions along these lines). Additionally, we found some lesser (and previously known) cavities under and around the Sphinx, and the data also indicates that there may be a tunnel-like feature running the length of the body.

This is interesting since Edgar Cayce, the “Sleeping Prophet” predicted that a “Hall of Records” would be discovered, although not under the left but under the the right paw of the Sphinx. As far as I know to date, they are still trying to get permission to explore these areas.  [FYI: Interesting that the path of the August 21, 2017 solar eclipse will be “in the path of totality” over Hopkinsville, KY –the birthplace of Edgar Cayce. Might permission to explore that detected chamber under a paw of the Sphinx finally be granted? We’ll see.]

READING 5748-6
This Reading given by Edgar Cayce July 1, 1932.

{Excerpt}:

With the storehouse, or record house (where the records are still to be uncovered), there is a chamber or passage from the right forepaw to this entrance of the record chamber, or record tomb. This may not be entered without an understanding, for those that were left as guards may NOT be passed until after a period of their regeneration in the Mount, or the fifth root race begins.

[So, Cayce’s “5th root race” echoes Maya’s “5th world”. ]

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1995: Prof. Klaus Schmidt from the German Archaeological Institute begins excavations at Gobekli Tepe, a Neolithic site located in what is now Turkey:

Here were found organized stone structures, some up to 18-20 feet in height, arranged in circular fashion dating back as far as 10,000  to 8000 BCE, during what we call the pre-pottery, early Neolithic Age around the end of the Ice Age.  Stonehenge in the UK would not be constructed for several thousand more years. This discovery should have been front-page news all over the world, as it has turned the current paradigm completely on its head and silenced Dr. Schoch’s detractors.

The site appears to be very well constructed. The artwork is outstanding. It becomes obvious that however it was built, the builders and artisans nearly 12 thousand years ago were well developed in their craft. Stylized humanoid pillars, apparently with no attention at all to facial features are intriguing; perhaps the ordinary senses held little importance within these enclosures. This might imply that other means of “communication” held sway here. Great emphasis on phallic images such as the headless human having an erection and animal images with emphasis on the phallus suggest to me survival energy expressed by the 1st or root Chakra. It symbolizes new beginnings, fertility, the will to survive, and identification with the physical world. The biblical phrase “Be fruitful and multiply” crossed my mind.  [BTW, I do not understand why it’s assumed to have been a “temple.” Maybe it was an ancient “new age” kundalini yoga center–who knows for sure?]

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Photo Courtesy National Geographic

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2014: Comparative Mythologist David Talbott and physicist Wal Thornhill team up to propose The Electric Universe:

This project builds on the work of Los Alamos NM plasma physicist Anthony L. Peratt, Ph.D  who demonstrated that petroglyphs around the world were telling the story of a highly unsettled plasma universe. Peratt contributed greatly to the work of Talbott and Thornhill, et. al.  that proposes that ancients around the world saw in the skies a very different planetary configuration during a much earlier epoch. Of course, they are being attacked by orthodox Newtonian and evolutionary scientists, a well as geopolitical forces unwilling to give up status. However, I suspect that some unexpected future independent event will give even more support to the Electric Universe theory, just as Gobekli Tepe has done for Dr. Schoch in his work on the Sphinx.

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Image Courtesy of The Thunderbolts Project

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The presence of unidentified aerial phenomena (or UFOs) has increased exponentially since WWII. I have already outlined some major UAP/UFO events in my post, Is Humanity Poised at the Edge of a Paradigm Shift?.

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On the fourth day in Yucatan while at the site at Ek Balam in 2000, our small group gathered in a semicircle around our guide. I suddenly felt a subtle shift in my awareness. The sky appeared suddenly much dimmer. I looked up. The sun appeared much further away and I was actually able to observe it without hurting my eyes; it appeared more like a planet than a ball of fire. It lasted only several seconds. I pretty much tucked that experience away because I could not rationalize it. However, taken together with other “paranormal” experiences during my lifetime, theories of an ancient “alien sky” and of a highly charged plasma universe resonate with me. The universe is alive and consciously aware.

The Mayan calendar keepers had the right idea. The world is not ending but rebalancing. As worn and corrupted paradigms begin to unravel before our eyes, it all seems so chaotic and insecure. Our changing sun is also lifting the vibration [and DNA signature] on our planet, in part indicated by the graphs showing intense fluxes in the Schumann Resonance, particularly over the past several months.

The Spectrogram Calendar displays data from the magnetic field detectors deployed by the Global Coherence Initiative research team to monitor the resonances occurring in the plasma waves constantly circling the earth in the ionosphere.

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These are labor pains to be expected in order for something new to emerge that gives us truth and knowledge of who we really are as living beings and our place in the galactic universe.

From Between Both Worlds:

There are periods in the life of humanity which generally coincide with the beginning of the fall of cultures and civilizations, when the masses irretrievably lose their reason and begin to destroy everything that has been created by centuries and millenniums of culture. Such periods of mass madness, often coinciding with geological cataclysms, climatic changes, and similar phenomena of a planetary character, release a very great quantity of the matter of knowledge.[ii]

My Mother The Neptunian – 1987

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On the night of April 01, 1980 I was among those at the deathbed my Italian grandmother whose name was Orsolina, meaning “Little Bear”. As we several relatives stood around her bed in the hospital with only a dim light over the headboard to illuminate the room, I was the one holding her hand. At the moment she died, an amazingly powerful “electric shock” went from her fingers into mine. It was so powerful, I was knocked backward and was caught by a cousin standing behind me. At the same time, I saw a very thin wisp of “smoke” arise from the back of her head, up through the dim light and out the ceiling. I was so stunned from these two simultaneous events, I could not speak for quite a while.

When we returned to my childhood home for the funeral reception, I began to ask family members if they had seen anything weird occur when grandma died. I just kept getting a blank stare. My parents were worried that I was suffering shock, getting a little “ditsy”. Most wondered why I fell back with such a jolt (they thought I had sort of fainted although I was alert through it all), but none saw anything of any kind around grandma’s headboard, so I tucked it all away in the depths of my mind.

Since that day, scattered episodes of extraordinary realities in my otherwise very ordinary life have seemed to randomly drop in as a reminder that there is a much wider context to consider and explore in life. One of the endearing recollections in this area surfaced in a conversation with my mother seven years later in October 1987.

For background, mom was straight-laced in her thinking (from my point of view). Over the years, she would roll her eyes at me when I dipped into subjects such as Astrology [“You don’t really believe that stuff, do you?”]. When I tried to describe my UFO experience, she asked if I was taking drugs. She refused to discuss anything of a metaphysical nature with me. In fact, the family nickname for mom was “Puritan Pilgrim” because of her Quaker background and Pilgrim ancestry. Nuff said there.

In September 1987, mom had suffered a completely unexpected heart attack and was in hospital. A pacemaker was placed during that hospitalization. A few days after she came home, we were chatting together when she suddenly looked up from the knitting she was doing to see if anyone else was around. Then she put her knitting down on her lap. She stared at me for a moment over her eyeglasses. She said quietly,
“I have something to tell you. I’m telling you because you seem to understand these things and won’t criticize me.”
WOW! I was all ears and opened a page in my ever-present journal. This is what she told me:

I was lying in the recovery room after the pacemaker operation. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful lady floating, hovering over the foot of the bed. She was somewhat transparent but had on a beautiful lavender gown that flowed with the air as she hovered. She stretched her arms out to me and said, ‘Do not worry. Everything will be okay and you will be home soon.’ Then she slowly disappeared. I closed my eyes and I must have fallen back to sleep. The next time I woke up, I saw a Pink Lady (hospital volunteer) come into the room to tidy up things and asked her who had been in the room earlier. She said that no one had been in the room since the time I was wheeled in. She told me I had been in a very deep sleep so they monitored me from the nurse’s station outside but that a nurse would be in soon since I was now awake.

I remained riveted and silent as mom told me about her experience. I knew it was very hard for her to comprehend. Since we seemed to be opening up to Spirit here, I brought up the “electrical shock” from grandma’s fingers into mine at the moment she died. Mom simply said,
“I always thought your grandma was being silly with her superstitions. I used to think that coming from the Old Country, she held strange ideas, but she was right on many things. I know that now.”
She paused, then said, “Please keep this between us“. She picked up her knitting and carried on as though this conversation never happened.

Okay, so grandma “Little Bear” had now brought mom and me together on an issue that had been a lifetime taboo to discuss. But she asked me to promise I would not tell anyone, and I never did—until now.

In late October, we were celebrating a birthday at a Chuckee Cheese pizza parlor for one of the foster children she and my father had taken in. All the children were having fun playing games and were scattered throughout the parlor. After doing some supervisory duties with the children, I came back and sat with mom. No sooner did I sit down than she said without a blink or blush:

“I came from Neptune, honey.”

What could I say? Oh, that’s cool…I have a mom from Neptune? Her matter-of-fact declaration floored me. I briefly wondered if there was lack of oxygen to her brain. I never had a chance to follow up with her on that revelation of hers, as the children all started piling back to the table for cake and ice cream. I meant to ask her about it later that evening but it was not to be.

That evening, mom was in hospital again and died two days later. What would turn out to be just hours before her death, I was sitting at her bedside. She reached out her hands and the only words that I could hear were, “Take me home”. She repeated that over and over in a most distant, slow voice. At first, I thought she was trying to ask me to take her home. I was quietly telling her she was too ill to go home right now. Then I realized that she appeared to be staring at the ceiling with her arms still outstretched—it was not me she was addressing.
It then hit me. The “lavender angel” was there. She was asking her to take her “home”. In the time it took me to grab a bite to eat and then return, mom was gone from this world.

In the months before she passed, she often spoke about returning to her home state of Indiana to visit some cousins. In the week after she passed, I was waiting at a stoplight and deep in thought and grief over losing her. I glanced at the license plate of the car in front. The plate holder stated in big letters around the out-of-state plate, “I’m at home in Indiana.”

In 1987, I could not have known that her death was simply a necessary prologue to the upcoming major role she would play from another dimension by assisting my father and me in facilitating his own transition 11 years later….

…but that is another story.

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January 11, 2017 at 8:56 am

My “Alien Visitors” Dream – 1999 Los Alamos

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For background, my arrival and establishment in New Mexico in 1999 was a surprise to just about everyone I knew in my home state of California. I had no clue what to find here and no rational explanation for going, even to myself. I had just buried my father, for whom I had been caregiver during his last 17 months on earth and had been struggling with the next step to take when I awoke one morning in our California home with yet another urgent inner call to move to the Southwest. I had nothing but faith in this feeling and the dreams I was having to assure me that I would find a comfortable home, secure a job, and find friends soon…..and then just wait. Wait? For what?

My son and I left California on August 3, 1999, both having sold or given away anything that did not fit into the van. We had no idea what was ahead for us and simply camped our way through the Southwest deserts of Arizona and New Mexico for ten days. We were sitting at a picnic table playing cards late one night in an Albuquerque KOA campground when all of a sudden the night lit up in a flash. A meteor had just whisked over the Sandia mountain range heading toward Colorado; it appeared so low in fact that we were sure it must have hit somewhere in Colorado. We looked to each other and said together “We’re staying!”

Having just moved into my 3rd floor apartment two weeks later, I experienced five consecutive nights of what I can only call dream visitations by two extremely intelligent “Aliens.” Each dream appeared absolutely real—every detail of my room just as it was in my reality. There was a fullness of compassion and concern on the part of these beings, one always on each side of my bed, engaging in discussion with one another based on my “reactions”. Although I cannot recall everything in every dream, I will never forget that on the final night, after all this dialog and book-giving apparently took place, they escorted me to what was definitely my own real bedroom window. I saw the moon in its ordinary state, the city below in its usual state. What was surreal was that they asked me to look to the north, where I watched a fiery explosion occur in the distance. Then they asked me to look south, and I saw the same thing…a fiery explosion. I was so stunned, the only thing I can recall after that is asking how that happens. I am told that it would come from underground . I vaguely recalled it involved an AFB (I later assumed it to be Kirtland AFB). I am then shown a map and see a huge red cross. (I was told this was “The Crossroad.”) However, I got the impression that this was presented as a high probability but not set in stone, so to speak. Then the dreams of these two highly intelligent visitors stopped for six years to my knowledge.

After the third night in this series of dreams, I very timidly asked a new friend (since I didn’t know what she would think about my situation at the time) if New Mexico had any connected tunnels. She mentioned that it is commonly thought by the locals that Los Alamos and Sandia Labs are connected by tunnels. I didn’t know at that time what Los Alamos or Sandia meant in this state, and her eyes lit up and said “Don’t you know that they are secret labs? Do you know that there are supposedly even nuclear missiles right here…hidden in the Manzano mountains**? My mouth dropped of course.
But, six years had passed and although the tragedy of 911 occurred two years after the dreams ceased, things in NM remained relatively uneventful and there were no more dreams about “intelligent beings”…until 1.5 years ago or so. I only recall one visit and recall one of them turning a page in some large book and handing it to me. They appeared to me to be the same two visitors as in 1999. They have not appeared in my dreamscape since then to my knowledge.

I had the impression that they were only pure intelligence/consciousness but were appearing somewhat human for my benefit. They seemed like Ambassadors from a highly advanced realm on a mission of some kind, which still amazes me because I am about the last person I would think of that such “informed Beings” would want to visit in a dream state. I have no credentials at all on this subject. I can do no more with it than just throw my experience into the brew of millions of other strange stories out there for the sake of posterity. However, I have documented at least one dream in my 1986 journal that actually occurred in great detail 11 years later. [Page 16 in Poppy: August 19, 1998 entry]

I believe that in any case, great minds and Light workers are working hard to prevent the Dark T-shirt guys from shaking our Little Blue Marble into oblivion.

[ADDENDUM 2008}: Was just going through old diaries I found in my garage. I opened the third diary to a page on which I described on Friday, 08/20/2004 an apparent third dream visit (one which I had forgotten), as follows: “Last night, I dreamed of being shown two books, thick books. I think with red covers and with black/white symbols and words. I had the impression from these ‘intelligent beings’ that I was nearly completing the first book but they were now giving me a second book that looked the same but was a ‘sequel’ or a continuation of the first book. I had a strong sense that I was to proceed slowly, not try to take it in too fast, this would be a long, long process. I sensed when I awoke that genealogies were listed within this book, but that this was only a portion of the story. I recall Roman numerals or similar symbols. “]
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Update 06/20/17: This. Here. I’m only hearing about the severe safety lapses now but this has been going on for a long time. Fair warning. Shut it down.
Safety lapses undermine nuclear warhead work at Los Alamos 
Update 06/26/17: Now, Sandia: Light penalties and lax oversight encourage weak safety culture at nuclear weapons labs

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January 9, 2017 at 2:03 pm

My 1980 UFO Sighting near Rancho Seco Nuclear Power Plant

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It was sometime in August 1980 as I recall.

Bill and I were returning home from a long day in Lake Tahoe, CA. It was about 1 a.m. but the evening breeze was still very warm so our windows were down. We were driving on Grant Line Road, which served as a shortcut route bypassing the City of Sacramento proper. The only other vehicle seen on the road was a camper driving ahead of us. At one section it ran rather near to Rancho Seco Nuclear Plant, which could be seen lit up brightly in the distance. As Bill drove, I was peacefully feeling the breeze on my face as I stuck out my head and watched into the darkness around us. The stars were magnificent. Suddenly, out of that darkness a bright spotlight appeared from near the nuclear plant, as though its pilot had just remembered to turn on a headlight. It caught my eye of course immediately. As I watched it approaching, I was giving a little narrative to Bill about it, speculating that maybe it was a helicopter since it only had one huge bright light. But as it approached what I thought would be within earshot of us, I noted it had no sound…nada…completely silent like the night. At this point, my narrative must have sounded a little shaken because I recall Bill saying in a voice that sounded distant to me, “What? What’s wrong?” I don’t think I answered because by this time, the spotlight had once again turned off and all of a sudden I could barely see a somewhat triangular outline blotting out a section of the night stars that surely was no helicopter….and it was huge. I quickly glanced ahead and behind us for other vehicles and still saw only the camper, but way ahead at this point. My eyes returned to this craft, which was now almost on top of us. Silent and dark as though it were floating on an unseen cloud. No sign of disturbance of the environment below it.

Then, a wondrous light burst forth and bathed the entire craft in red halo. It was a transparent pulsing red, more like a glowing aura than lights. I was mesmerized and tried to absorb as much detail as I could. What I saw then (Bill still could not see it from the driver’s side) were portholes all around it, which were not lit from behind but dark against the red glow. I was amazed that even though we were traveling down the road at about 55 mph that this craft stayed with us. When I say “huge”, I mean my conservative guess would have been football field size. Although it had appeared rather triangular in shape when I first saw its outline, it seemed overall to be more of an oval craft. The bottom of it, which I could now see very clearly, also had portholes in many places. I was continuing my narrative but was not even conscious of how my description of this craft was affecting my driver. I just know that I felt a jerk when he stepped on the gas quite suddenly. I later knew that he had by then seen the craft on his side and was not going to hang around to see more. But it didn’t matter how fast we went; the craft seemed to keep pace effortlessly with us as it “glided” from my side to the driver’s side. The camper ahead was nowhere to be seen. I continued to watch as it passed completely over us very, very slowly and definitely as though floating. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished–either by shifting into warp drive or by leaving our dimension altogether–poof! Gone!

Bill was not willing to talk about it. He did not believe in UFOs, he said, and that it had to be some experimental aircraft that flew out of the nearby Air Force Base (I think McClellan). As for me, I could not stop trying to draw what I had seen as the days went by. Even at work on breaks, I spent time trying to duplicate it on paper. But I just could not capture the awe of it.

I decided a few days later to call McClellan AFB to report this. I spoke with a very nice screener, and our initial conversation went pretty well. She asked general questions on location, time, etc. and then said, “Just a few more questions and I’ll let you talk with the officer on duty.” This is where I totally blew it. She asked me to describe it in detail. I started off well enough, describing the spotlight, red aura, and the portals, but then it flashed in my mind to say without thought “Actually, it could be described as a flying strawberry…I mean…uh…” End of interview. But….

A few days after that incident, I found a very brief news article buried in the daily newspaper that told of two men who were fishing several miles south of where we were that night on the river banks in Rio Vista. They had described seeing the very same type of craft, but they must have been wiser about how to describe it since they at least made it into the newspaper. I had to content myself with trying to draw this exquisite craft and take the guffaws from my friends and family, but I did not care. I knew what I saw and that was all that mattered. For Bill’s part, he denied later he ever saw it, which was sad to me.

I have not seen anything like it since, although I keep my eyes peeled. For me, it was an awesome, peaceful experience. Despite the chaos playing out in my life, I felt no fear whatsoever in that short time; in fact, I felt a fleeting sense of complete harmony and calm. I had this brief sense of clarity that there was a reason my life was unfolding in such uncharted territory that would in time be revealed. Just for that brief moment, I felt I was being looked after by something ‘out there’. What has happened since in terms of the direction of my life has been to say the least an interesting journey, but as I continue my blogs, snippets of my journey might be seen as patterns of Spiritual color interweaved in my outlook and writings.

So, are we being visited on this planet by extraterrestrials? My answer would be that rather than “visiting” us, our worlds are merging interdimensionally as the veil becomes thinner and transparent and somewhere deep within me is a sense that our changing Sun is somehow acting as facilitator to that end.

A friend and I were discussing over breakfast the interesting parallels between my sighting in 1980 and the Stephenville sightings Jan/Feb 2008. She remarked with a grin, “Don’t you think in the span of 27 years, they would have updated the style of their spaceship? ” to which I responded “Who’s to say that the one I saw in 1980 didn’t simply leave my time/space and a second later by their ‘watch’ end up in 2008 Stephenville? Hummm……

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January 9, 2017 at 1:18 pm

POPPY: A Story of Life Through Death

(Originally posted at Yahoo Geocities, 2001.)

While caregiving for my terminally ill father in 1997 and 1998, I kept a journal of our day-to-day experiences.  It was not until months after he passed that I went back to review the journal.   I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual transformation had taken place. This journey would see us move from self-absorptive daily matters to the wonder of wider realities in the Universe from psychic activity and self-examination to my father’s inexplicable descriptions of “plasma”. It was a profound journey for both of us and brought awareness and a much more expanded consciousness that we are just one aspect of a much larger universe of consciousness.

It is my hope that our experiences as he moved toward physical death will provide some insight for others.

Interestingly, these journal excerpts highlight observed current events going on at that time that in hindsight, have proven quite relevant to events ongoing in our world today in 2008.

ENTER HERE TO START THE JOURNEY
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my poor attempt to recreate an 11/02/1998 dream
© 1998-2008

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